With the urgent things settled Findekáno asks Cor to teach him magic properly; Cor does that. Findekáno makes his treehouse more elaborate; it spans three trees, with rope bridges, and the walls are carved out in meticulous patterns until they're more air than wood. They look fragile. They aren't. After verifying that no Maiar are attached to the local geese or wild turkeys he makes himself a bow and arrows and shoots some and cooks them the nonmagical way and fails to spear fish in a pretty local river and starts composing a song that'll make the river more cooperative with such spearing.

His hair gets long enough to braid and he braids it.

Thuringwethil, or someone who looks exactly like her and is a mage, stops by again. "Found an inhabited planet!!! With magic!!"

"There could be a Bell exception, since the real thing we're trying to avoid is having fourteen of every single Noldo unhappily checking nicknames with their thirteen counterparts to learn that one is taken also."

"Uh, Elves of evil Ardas generally with a handful of exceptions including you are more paranoid and amoral and less altruistic and in Fëanorians this seems to add up to weirdly myopic familial loyalty? I might turn my back on them but I wouldn't ask them to babysit lest the transmission of inadequate values work that way around too. Even if that were a thing I needed people to do."